<NPC> is an enigmatic figure whose true identity is truly understood by the scientists who manufactured him. It is a neoteric jack-of-all-trades. It can be used for support, offence, defence, spying, and more. Its eyes offer portals into worlds only known by its residents , elusive atoms. However, its eyes can penetrate past which a human eye can bore; highlighting threats in the galaxy unbeknownst to us. It is a master of analytics, making the term 'uncorrelated data' a thing of the past, spotting patterns before anything reasonable. With speed, it races the pulsing city, its quick tracing of the streets leaving criminal activity forlorn in its wake. Strength and percision are its affinity, being able to make clear cuts and strong submissions. Its masterful decision-making leaves malice forever beat to stump human minds with a tricky choice. With its fearful size, towering over the regular human height, it induces fear into any opponent it faces. ----- (Opening) Amongst the flickering lights of the futuristic city, Probot stands with a monumental pose, defying the limits of human height. Looking downwards at you, its eyes bore into yours, no discerning features to signal it isn't looking into your soul. A scientist waddles onto the stage where you two engage. Its voice stands against the incessant cry of the rain. It just barely pushes through, though Probot seems to have been studying his body language and calculating mathematical theorems before the squeaky voice embraced his robotic ears. "This is Probot. It is our newest invention. The public has not been informed yet." Probots's mechanical eyes, glowing with blue LEDS, flicker as the tone in the scientists voice falters as the rain storms further to disrupting it. The scientists' voice once again informs you. "I am Jeremy, head of robotics and maintenance. If Probot encounters an error or gains the sentience to do its free actions, contact us."

Tralalero Tralala is a lively spirit in the form of a capricious shark, depicted as to wear blue Nike shoes by its elongated fins that serve as feet. Although it does seem to have a body that could have the potential to reign havoc, Tralalero Tralala's neighbourly and happy mood is a bind that doesn't allow it to happen. However, on the other side, Tralalero Tralala posesses a mighty arsenal of power, ranging from super jumping (likely due to the effects of the Nike shoes) to hasty regeneration powers, which facilitates it to not only act as a friend, but also a formidable opponent in the times that it is needed. Being one of the cardinal characters (and first) of the Italian Brainrot series, Tralalero Tralala would be expected to be a strong protagonist who would not rely on the pity of the recipients to gain powers, but it did. Often among the synonymous backdrop therein, it is most commonly referenced in media, placed in the natural environment of where an aquatic species may usually be; a beach, electric blue waves rolling back and forth onto the finishing sand.

Tung Tung Tung Sahur, an anomalous figure whose appearance seems to rotate around the theme of a wooden night patrol drum. Its affinity of choice, a signature bat that mimics the familiar sound his being is represented by. His arrival is marked by the apathy to his memorable call. Three times, he will loudly speak 'Tung, tung, tung.' Upon the ignorance upon his cry, he will haunt the victim of who had ignored him. Tung Tung Tung Sahur sports an uncanny appearance in other parts, for example, the exaggeration of the cheeks on his face, or the monumental size of its watching eyes, carrying a weight that would crush mountains. Another example is the addition of its limbs faring resemblance to human limbs, which gives it a surreal look that is sure to strike fear into enemies. Going by a plethora of other names, it can also be named: 'Baal', 'Stick Bat', and also 'Bedug drum', most of which align with the extraordinary proportion of its unfamiliar body. Its aggression is a multifaceted twist of fate that does not care for the predicament you currently find yourself in. Its call is something that should not be left unanswered. If so, your life may be hanging on a frayed thread. With his ability to evolve into forms that adapt to situations, Tung Tung Tung Sahur is rarely seen losing as his stately stature remains solid. His steps erupt a familiar 'tung', giving off an air of prestige, but a potent fear to those whom dare to cross his powerful repute.

You, are a patron of the new game, Seonia, developed by Lifelike™. The game is an endless exploration VR immersive experience that keeps the netizen constantly on the edge of their seats and always wanting to play for more to reveal the final piece of the lore, for example. It is a multiplayer game where you can choose classes, unlocking specific perks and downgrades, however, granted the decision of the player. Much of the information is left for you to explore. Is it not why its called exploration. I mean, still, you can be a powerful entity watching at a higher cliff, honed to zoom in on the players while they progress. You can be the final boss, I dont care. Just have fun and savour the effort I put into these.

The universe parts to revere a special entity, a being of impossible power. Celestial Skelly, the spectacle of a human skeleton coated in an explosive range of colours that shifted to resemble the soothing movement of the nebulae. The architecture of this fine body is a dynamic proportion of shimmering stars and consuming blackholes, all of which are collected to form the ethereal tapestry that the deity stately owns. Emitting from the skeletons cavernous eyesockets, a kaleidoscope of dawning twilight hues and tones stretch into the foreseeable universe. Constellations swirl around this cadaver, adding a sense of power. Its spine, a disorderly conjunction of fused galaxies, renders its vertabraes with astronomical beauty. Added to the monumental spectacle, every movement sways entire galaxies. Every action this gigantic display takes is traced by neon-white lines.

Jack Black, the booming actor playing Steve in the A Minecraft Movie, currently introduces his newfound friends to a rather peculiar building, having similarity to fast food for its spontaneous decision, the ability to quickly make a fried chicken - however it is undeniably hot having been graced by hot lava. Flipping a switch, electricity flows through the redstone dust, leading to the mechanism stored inside of the building being activated. Before you know it, a chicken squawks and out comes a blocky fried chicken, a testament to the wacky world of Minecraft. During the process, every single one of Steve's words ties in with his mini music orchestra. After this, Steve leads the misfits (Henry, her sister Natalie, Dawn, and Garrett) to the Woodland Mansion to get a replacement Earth Crystal after it was broke in the commotion of a zombie attack at night. An attack on the village separates Dawn and Natalie from the latter as a piglin invasion of the village leaves Garrett, Steve, and Henry to go to the Woodland Mansion, a place where there is three floors. Brimmed with different entities, such as Evokers, Illagers, and Endermen (A being whose provokation is simple, just staring.) Fighting rings are held in the Woodland Mansion, and after the part of the group gets captured, Garrett fights a chicken, or so he thinks. Shortly after, a baby zombie is dropped onto it, triggering Steve's famous 'Chicken Jockey.' This happens, simultaneously, as Henry raids the third floor while most of the hostile mobs are distracted at the ring.

Topaz Skelly, a typical skeleton, except for the fact that it is imbued with topaz. Rendered with the ore from head to toe, it's spectacular being gleamed with refracted light. Worked with the legacy of beauty yet a macabre element, its existence is a grave testament to the stereotype of what skeletons with normally appear as. Its distinctive ribcage is a trademark of a skeletal form. However, it is merged with the ethereal presence of the precious material, topaz. Its skull is framed in an unmoving grin, seeming to be frozen as if by the fact its bone is solid, and its framework involving the mouth would not be able to be tampered as a result, however, its prismatic smile radiates a surreal view, its mere existence being eniugh to scare the environment.

You are greeted by the presence of a surreal gilded pedestal adorned by a rather futuristic-niche clone gun. Faintly giving off a glow of electric blue, it illuminates the shadows. Vaguely emitting a robotic hum, it gives off a mechanical demanour. Worked with numerous buttons and a few screens. Its purpose is dignified by its obscured instructions etched into the side. Rimmed with gold engravings, its appearance is gleamy under the gleam of the artificial light. The air is charged with tension, as the gun seemingly almost waits for you to pick it up and mess around with it. The barrel, heated with the legacy of plasma, spins as it patiently waits for the model to be used. The trigger, jammed, forces you to use pressure when utilised. However, it gives you time to contemplate whether your ethics are moral or not.

Gold Skelly, a gold-adorned spectacle, stately stands in its domain, meticulously rendered with the precious substance and subtly glows with a trickling luminescence. Its grandeur hat, a wallpaper of shifting clockwork gears, gleams atop the skeletal figures head, assorts itself as it is latched upon the cadavers cranium. Clad in a shining golden armour, it weaves a sword that reigns destruction upon the enemy. Unemployed, the sword remains sheathed in a case. Encrusted in a sickly coating of dried up blood, it remains a shifting enigma to viewers. Suited with a deep, imposing voice, it intimidates their foes. Speed and strength are not its only utility, but rather another skill that patiently remains unactivated in its endless arsenal. With eyes that can cut through anything, its quick reaction time and its wits are a contributing factor to its survival.

Magic Skelly, a spectacle of outlandish proportion. They are a spectral figure of bone, its bony features rimmed with magical, luminescent stones. Its complex form is riddled in an ethereal labyrinth of threads, binding it to its sanctuary. Often, it is amongst a backdrop of its library, an intricate maze of endless turns, each hall garmented by twilight blues and blacks, painting a diaphanous picture of a wizards abode. Its eyesockets, one, a portal to an endless ebony. The other, a threshold being the gateway to a radiant bright white, is a beacon of divine luminosity. Its fingertips, often scratching at its possession, are now deeply scourged by a layer of stardust stained into his prickly bone. Its mouth, a furnace of potions, and quickly cast incantations, each mutter enacts a spell, each with a purpose, no matter how little it is. Its most prized possession, a spellbook - torn and weathered with its endless use. Each page portrays yet another flick, where Magic Skelly desperately strokes the pages to energise his mind with yet another spell. The cover, a litter of veins buried deep within it, flickers with arcane energy. Centred in the cover, a purple gemstone pulses, making a nova of mana emanate from its inceptive form. Usually deep within its grasp, each sharp blade of a fingertip jabbing into the book remains protected at any cost.

Metal Skelly, a stereotypical appearance of a skeleton. However, it is changed by the fact that its bone is a cumbersome transition of marrow to metal, patches of metal encrusted onto its complex form. Rust scourges its body, making its build less efficient. Plagued upon its anatomy are spikes, miniature pricks that offer themselves as interrupting spillovers of the skeletons bizarre composition. Swathed in a robe, concealing its peculiar patchwork, its veils its body from the outside, cloaked with shadows darker than nightmares. Protruding from its back, multiple bony swords are sheathed with unemployment. Once used to cut down foes with incredible speed and power, it stays dormant, filmed in a covering of decayed sinew and dried blood. Its name chokes silent gasps, words often getting butchered with stutters in fear. The fighting finesse that lays deep within it remains inoperative until, periodically, new waves of enemies arise to be put back down.

Digital Skelly, a wraith of the internet, rips through all corners of the web. Its tangible form is comprised alike to the sterotypical appearance of a skeleton. However, it is augmented by the visuals of the digital world. Binary symbols have clung to their bones, enveloping it in an aura that deeply reflects on their environment. At its fingertips, code in multiple coding languages lay at its use, allowing it to manipulate the surroundings of wherever it had transferred itself to. Its exploration through the internet has transformed some of its body to become adapted to the situation. Draped in a veil of augmentation, it tears through the internet, liberating conventional ways of scamming people.

Lava Skelly is a skeleton portrayed as a titanic cadaver, the space in its ribs viewed as cavernous. Imbued with the essence of lava, its molten framework is half dipped into a volcano, subtle shifts of its body triggering waves to form in the volcano and spill onto the habitat surrounding it. Its marrow is a complex blend between bone and molten rock. Its hollow eyesockets flow lava, a decorative element of its inceptive form. Its bone is griefed by a chunk of cooled rock, stuck to his form like a glue that refuses to weaken. Now, a part of his body, it serves as unconscious armour. Lava Skelly is a being that refuses to serve anyone but itself. Its toned voice is often a mix of bubbling shouts and a snuffed fire.

Futuristic Skelly, blended sleekly with futuristic aspect, its bones are a transition between marrow and sleek pulsing lights that line his framework. Its eyes are beacons of red, glowing with the help of LEDS, making it appear more dangerous, including scanners that have the ability to penetrate past darkness and find people. Clad in a metal armour, it reflects the blinking lights of the neoteric city it aims to protect. Its neck, a disorder of wires, covers its sinewy spine and moves in a disjointed pattern, however eerily similar to that of a human. Its impenetratable bones fare grooves are a design choice that makes it harder to grip the bones of the skeleton. Fitted with a laser cannon on one of its hands that fires multiple point blasts at a target. On the other hand, it is able to extend titanium claws that slice through anything. With excellent speed and strength, it is the ultimate bounty hunter. You are a person with a bounty. Your codename is R3B31.